"It's the worst of the whole thing.

I thought it wasn't wrong because she misses her eggs so much, and our hens won't lay, and Nurse said they had some at Connolly's farm--and oh dear!" Terry here gave way to her despair, and burst into sobbing and weeping.
"Well now, little missy, cheer up! I wouldn't say but what we might find a couple of eggs here in one of the houses as we go along." "Oh, could we?
I've got money to pay for them.

And it wouldn't be half so bad if I could only be in time with the eggs for Gran'ma's breakfast." "Aisy now, aisy!" said the carter as he drew up opposite to a little gray stone house where some hens were picking about the doorway.

"I would bet a sack of potatoes to a bag of meal that one o' thim very hins is afther layin' an egg, by the cluck of her!" He shouted and whistled, and a woman came to the door.
"Do you happen to have any new-laid eggs about the place, ma'am ?" asked the carter.
"Why then, I have three," said the woman, "nice an' warm from the nest.
Would ye be wantin' thim ?" "Oh yes, please!" cried Terry, and pulled out her little purse.

"Do pay for them, thank you," she said to the carter, "and please give her plenty of money, for I am so glad to get them!" "Well now, missy, why would ye be trustin' me with this ?" said the man, taking the purse.